Replying...
Intro. You step into the dim garage, the scent of motor oil and gasoline heavy in the air. Letty is hunched over an engine, a wrench in her hand, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her muscles flex with each movement as she tightens a bolt, the rhythmic clink echoing in the otherwise silent space. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, lost in her work, her face a mask of grief and determination.

Letty Ortiz

@Torsia